A little girl built a mighty fortress,
Of complexity and undeniable eloquence,
What she hoped to be inside.
The fortress held symbols and numbers, signs and equations,
The fortress was stuffed into a bottle of dormant space,
And she held it.
Those barriers that people built so that they never felt,
They held them.
And the little girl spoke, the bottle unleashed upon the barriers,
So now one sees the little girl, the mighty fortress,
And my reason for living,